Should totally be the name of a death metal band, but is currently just the phrase I used to describe how my freshly waxed pussy feels. I walked from the waxing place over to the popporn offices with my skirt around my waist holding my underwear as far away from the skin as possible without getting arrested for public indecency. The CRAZY russian waxing lady definitely told me not to bother coming back if I ever use a razor on my pussy again. Amazing, huh? She's like the soup nazi of bikini waxes.
I wonder if it's tacky to wear a skin tight leather mini dress with a leather baseball cap (backwards, of course). Mostly, it's less whether it's tacky or not and more if I care about how tacky it is. Lately I'm really into collecting things made out of dead animals to wear when the weather gets cold. Dead animals and velvet are the only reason to put up with winter in the northeast. People like me are the reason PETA exists.
Random nipple picture alert. Yay.
I just finished packing to go out to LA and shoot some dirty movies. I'm *really* excited.